Well, Camp NaNoWriMo has ended for the month of April…and my final count?
9,274 words out of a goal of 12k.
So not too bad. But I’m thinking that perhaps I should’ve done a slightly smaller goal, like 8k or 10k, because I’m not sure this idea is enough for 12k. Or maybe even the 12k goal was too small. I never know with my stories, to be honest.
Also, not all of the chapters are finished or even there, but the story is technically ‘done’, in that I wrote a beginning and an end. It’s just the middle that needs fleshing out.
Anyway, here’s to hoping for July to result in a larger count! I plan on tackling The Woodsman once more, this time with the newest premise. Currently, I’m working on a story map that involves listing each premise and their logical paths side-by-side:
A few other goals I want to work on:
- Figuring out what on Earth is going on with the Matthews Family series
- Planning out two different ideas for a retelling of the fairytale Jorinde & Joringel
And some others that are kind of escaping me right now because I’m finishing this post up close to midnight…
Now, back on track. I did mention a snippet of my Camp NaNo April project in the title, correct?
Alright. Without further ado, here is one of the middle scenes. Be aware, there is angst…
(This chapter is titled In Which We Discover Harry Is Hiding Something…)
Harry sat cross-legged on the hay-covered ground, one orange tabby kitten climbing up on his shoulder while the other two, one a gray tabby and the other brown, inspected his boots.
“They’re older than I expected,” she said, bending down. “At least a month old, I suppose.”
“Yeah, probably,” Harry said. “She kept them well-hidden.” He reached up to grab the one on his shoulder and it meowed in protest.
Celia held a hand out to the brown one and it sniffed her fingers. She stroked its tiny head and looked up at Harry.
The orange kitten was now attempting to climb up his arm. “Hey,” he said. “I’m not a tree!”
Celia giggled. She reached over to take it and in the midst of prying its clams from Harry’s sleeve, noticed there was a fresh sprig of forget-me-nots in his hat band.
“Can I ask you a question?” she said, stroking the kitten’s back.
“Why do you always have forget-me-nots in your hat band?”
He stiffened. Just when she was beginning to wonder if she had poked a sore spot, he said, quietly, “They remind me of someone.”
Silence. Celia watched as the gray tabby sat in front of Harry and meowed. He petted its head and it started to purr.
“What was her name?”
He took a moment to compose himself. “Sadie.”
“What happened to her?”
He didn’t answer.
“Did she…” She stopped herself. He likely didn’t want to talk about it anyway. Celia cleared her throat. “Whoever she was, she was dear to you, wasn’t she?”
“Not as sorry as I am.” He whispered hoarsely. After another moment, and before she could ask further, he stood and left.
(©2020 H.S. Kylian)
Tell me your thoughts below! How did your Camp NaNoWriMo go?